Dedicated to mysterious_aries .

From behind the curtains of eyelids, the world is an enticing expanse

The neverending whispers of winds and waves, tiny droplets of rain

And the warm caress of a bashful morning ray, peeking from behind a cloud

The curtains part, revealing verity with a brilliance too sharp.

The stinging darts of light, piercing bloodshot eyes

The body cowers and craves for the comfort of darkness

The heart aches with every flutter, as if it lies in a bed of arrows

Living yet dying ,as droplets of crimson form an ocean beneath

The beating organ withers in pain, as each passing eon brings more anguish

As the body wards off the brilliant specks of light, a bead of sorrow rolls down.

It's a silent plea for release, for the familiar darkness to arrive.

And then it comes, a salve to the wounds of the day's brightness .

It's cold fingers, dislodging the barbed arrows of existence

Once again the curtains are closed, shielding the heart from the world.

And the soul drifts into slumber, with a prayer for the morning not to come.